Almost 20 years ago I was at university and in the middle of my first relationship.
Rachel (not her real name) had taken my virginity as a freshman. And she was intent on educating me sexually and exploring her adventurous side.
She had long auburn hair, hazel eyes, high cheekbones and full, pink lips. She was tall, tall enough that she felt self-conscious about it but she shouldn’t have, she was still around 6 inches shorter than me (though I’m pretty tall). She had the best, most rounded, fullest, perkiest breasts I’ve ever had the pleasure of sucking on, a flat stomach (but still enough to grab a hold of), and long, long legs.
She had a thing about sex in public. We did it a few times outdoors. But the hottest thing was in the library. This was a huge place, with around six floors of books, tables and individual study stations – metal units which lined either side of the building on certain floors. Each unit had a bench (wide enough for one or at a squeeze two), a desk, and on the outward facing side a window looking out to grassy areas of the campus.